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As Artists Touching an Audience - Thoughts on Creating
Beyond the full experiencing and aims of the creative process in all genres, there are the results, the “made” productions, the works, ready to be sent
out there
from the self
to touch other people in some (any) way of giving,
the created work
presented
to affect the anyone in those moments
of being-in-audience
to an artwork (In the perceiving and receiving of it)
to any degree.
As writers, musicians, actors, artists, we are gifted through
the creative process: through
our Felt involvement
from onset to culmination of the created works
And also when we, too, pause outside artworks,
as with all perceptions,
to examine and receive, to be touched in some way:
sensually, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, creatively…
Nearly always, then, we make a judgement
about whether we Like what we perceive
(in all of life as well) in an artist’s composition —
Here
Is the work we have met with for a time
and let reach us…
No matter how briefly, the created work
has thus gone from being some “thing”
To being an Experience.
This accounts, I think, for why artists of all genres
feel more than an ownership of “products” about the works done.
Like a god-parent might, we
artists invest our whole being into
shaping works
to the full completion of their inspiration.
And, then, (as a person does for a fostered one or offspring)
we have a bond…with a desire to follow the path and reception
of our works In the world beyond us.
Our created works poise apart from us…
very like living things…
Lost works are grieved …Others
Also often pass long periods asleep, away
from any receiving audience, even from us, the creators…
Perhaps going forgotten;
Some envisioned works crafted into reality
may return to a collection of once unfulfilled dreams,
which do startle if they eventually wander
out from dark corners and curled pages.
They may have stayed in sleep…to
serendipitously rise for notice in a rebirth
Like garden perennials signaled to stand
in Spring surprise…in a new season of a gifting presentation.
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Experimental prose-poetry
also an “Address of Poetry” blog, PoetrySoup
(I give 2nd Apologies to Aristotle for this :-)
(c) sally young eslinger 3/10/22
Thanks be to God
Impeccant,
of non-textual matters
one’s covered flesh,
and hidden embrasure’
as diffusate primer
slips life’s veil, and
in agitated pontlevis,
cleaves the universe’ reason…
“Egads! What sorcery is this?”
Holy heart failure, Batman!
“Beavis and Butthead”,
on Soteriology!
or merely, this word wizard’
celebrity; slap my knee,
and pass the shinola please
would you then consider the following:
palliate your lesser selves, or else
where silence seethes, your spirit will
bleed asunderp; and in the depths of space
and time you will forget your moment’ cill
so divaricating your soul, until
that whisper of your assibilate voice
remains in memory’s forever
as that sound of death’s last hissing
And now to secularize
your quarters out per se,
a knotted rope and stallions four
two palms, a cup and nothing
more than, one’s perceived illation
with rigorous and self-righteousness’
precipitancy, my will so locates your
remaining sang-froid serendipitously
and in humaneness casts, this lifeline
out to thee for free for you to grasp,
of each person placed above all things
as nature sings concretism’ simplistic rhythmic
wringing “stream of consciousness”,
a-flowing upon thought’s eternal thaw while
Descartes’ “Substance Dualism” does so
battle, against Plato’ “universalia ante res”
supernal then, is an ideal’s whim, or Ids whine
within one’s thought’s stokehold, as axis bold
or love’s bestow, fires the flesh to render
that pondering patch of thinking’s wrath
awaiting that awakening moment’s bewhisker
in essence, life’s xenium given in kind
as is the universe’s night skies splendor
passing that lending thought, behind a silent chador
visualize the context and intent within
a compelling and perplexing write to win
an idea’s kneel before that “mercy seat”
this particular and incomplete entelechy bleeds
of questions asked and left unanswered continuously
of generations after generations in weeping
conscience wistfully fawning in defeat
and admitting, to a lowly ponderings musings.
Waking up to sordid days,
under these clouds.
On the journey of life,
the life of dreams.
On feeble grounds reaching impossible,
heart’s in recess, a love is pending.
I hope, as my past marred my blessed future.
Mirage!
Reality is blurred, can’t get a glimpse of serenity.
Overcoming life’s challenges;
I sit in Ambient
I see the sounds I cannot hear
I feel the laid manners on the dinning table
I lie on the mat ,pondering on re-commitments.
I see savory fragrance fleets in an airy trance.
I dream of sugar coated skies dripping succulent honey comb rains.
I live through,
On dreams and on prayers.
I feel the perfect picture of thousand shades of hues,
Yet my ears can’t come in tune with melodic songs of the morning birds.
I see shadows ,
one shadow in the dark with the noise of its feet colliding with inert rays from the moonlight piercing through from the spaces between the door hinges.
Echo!
The lyrics of an unknown song revert.
Semi – ambient tune with an unfamiliar key notes cordiform in oblivion.
I feel being numb, the jagged thoughts embedded in this mind.
Rancid shrills pierce through my soul rendering me blunted on reality
Flee!
The egos of fierce rational discourse of falsehood and illusion.
I laid defaced and distaste within its breeze swelling in divergent eclipse of haunted ambience.
I know not where the dark recedes but I heard a pleasant voice amongst the noise
So I opened the door
To this being
His words?
A light on my feet and a path in these woods.
Slumber fades the dark fleets
Hope calls the fear recedes
Landed at the crossroads
Summed up all my failure stained realities
Washed them in oval graced wells,
not serendipitously sought.
Reality blossoms all illusions burst
Wowed!
How cosmic light has nudged its way Into my life One of life’s privileged decisions,
In tune with eternal bliss.
By way of grace
Grace of victory
A scent of a meaningful bliss
An emotive sensation.
I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing, anticipating a final crescendo of climax
The same decorum filled dame who amuses with wit, grace and charm
Exposing, expelling anecdotes that amuse and leave theam all in awe
You delight diners with alchemy of exquisite creations of sustenance
Textures, tastes anoint their palates playfully, masquerading art for eating
We retire to Egyptian cotton, black out curtains, lay our backs down bare
Serendipitously slumber starts her séance, you take your side, I take mine
Classic compositions cause chaos as the drilling of the altruistic alarm awakes
AM military efficiency executed, you growl I grin, week wages wins once again
I dominate deliver design brave battle against pin stripes, slick hair, bad suits
Articulate for a sinner disguised as a saint, who side steps St Peter’s Gilded Gates
Once more I am jousting for the judge, for the jaded jury for victory and misplaced justice
Penance prevents prosecutes my vocal chords, glass entombed, I kill a few trees
His senses are avalanched onset by the perfection proportion of fresh farm produce
It cacophonies him for mass requiem silence for this is his religion his food ritual
Sculpting textural layering creating whilst the symphony of pots pans staccato steadily
Perfume permeating teasing tasting the organic opposites that now become brothers
While the day is done, the sun seeks shelter and the stars still share secrets
I look to you, still the same awe inspired rainbow seeking child wasting no regrets
Whilst I evoke cascading emotion, whip up a storm, you simply still me, anchor me
Laugh at my childish tantrums allow me no command nor captain, you stand aside me
Like a bolt from the pit of hell you appeared
And stealthily like a thief in the night
You entered into our lives
Disguising as our familiar foe
Masking your deadliness in controversy
And like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
You bought our connivance to denial of your sinister presence
All the while bidding your time for pandemic descent on humanity
And when we innocently looked the other way
You pounced on our haplessness and helplessness
And descended on us with lightning speed
From Wuhan to Italy
From Italy to France
From France to Spain and America
And from America to the rest of the world
You dehumanized us
You humiliated us
You demobilized us
You dis-focused us
Causing segregation among us
You separated us
You trivialized all our efforts to get even with you
You truncated all our plans for the future
You stultified all we have stashed away for the rainy day
You demoralized our populations
Locking them down in anger and hunger
In addition, making them to see their God in bad light
As they are shut out from their sanctuaries of hope
Even though you have continued to assault our sensibilities
With the number of fatalities we have counted globally
I am glad to disappoint you
Serendipitously we have been demystified by your pyrrhic victory
Now we know the rich and the poor are vulnerable
We have been humbled by your challenge
Making us more united to fight a common enemy
Our scientists have been stretched by necessity the mother of invention
We have equally discovered our good leaders
The bad ones we shall flush out at the polls
Mr. Corona virus I have another bad news for you
You have been pronounced dead in the spiritual realm
And so your physical interment is just weeks away
For we all are Coronavictorious!
Written: April 24, 2025, for Contest sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
I serendipitously reached a timeless twilight canvas
The fairy whispers of dreams, wings, and aged myths
I saw orbs rising in her eyes
each star is hanging on her breath
The fabric of darkness is knit with marvel
She beckoned me to a silent, mystical black ballet
Each sparkle was a memory
Yet to be lived
her grin paved the heavens
Together, we soared beyond the horizon's edge,
ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade,
as opalescent primrose on an ethereal threshold,
fuchsia epitaphs
of lustrous fireflies glide by
Extending an invitation to discover
Similar to sparkling, countless orbs of hydrangea elixir
Psychedelic echoes as gold-lilacs slowly wilted
I saw orbs emerging in her eyes, as wisteria vines
Each star hung on her breath
within sangria songs
A dazzling white glow stems from spring
Juvenile giggling invades the landscape
A fairy whirlwind shapes chauvinistic dreams.
Spree Silvery jewels from twilight maroon meadows
Coral summer nights smell wonderful in purple dreams
On this halcyon land
fitted snugly in hedgehog twigs.
An inquisitive smile spread over her face
While she observed the burgundy luna
I asked, "Why does darkness color clouds?
I believe her dreams may be a cathartic cure.
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
171 E Swedesford Rd,
Unexpected positive experience
with regular totally tubular
gnarly patron first name Maureen
hmm... if only this burbling blurb
blog could somehow
be communicated - pro bono, cuz green
legal tender (mine) scarce -
anyway earlier
today December sixteenth
two thousand and nineteen
ah, my dog how serendipitously
I did germanely, modestly,
quintessentially shepherd convenient
rhyme with reason (hubble spontaneity)
three, five, eight, plus
this line thirteen...
(you get the idea, si?)
with eyes shut tight e'en
absentmindedly maneuvering "fake"
steering wheel, while zee queen
(think four foot eleven
spouse wearing spongebob
pajama pants) profusely thanked
police seeing eye dog approaching
and barking unforeseen
drove sitting on his haunches
on driver seat cop cruiser
smack dab nabbit
on our figurative docked toured tail
emulating crash test dummy
nearly didst almost careen
into our two thousand
and nine Hyundai Sonata
gave spouse faux paw high five
while flock of seagulls,
eagles, black crows...,
attired with red and green
holiday outfits suddenly appeared clean
(white hove out blizzard)
out of thin air nearly collided
with our self driving
automobile I amazingly
gratefully dodged tween
twenty plus miles north east
back to Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania, where this mean,
(once lean twice shy)
poetry (aye sup prose) writing machine,
now exuberant poet hoping
to garner (no bull lariat) keen
punny hush meant toward anybody
including trumpeting mujahedeen
hoot aches objection, which
courtesy self typing keyboard really
cool and groovy power
(smart thinkpad) reads my mind
pressing corresponding key visible
on Lenovo external large screen.
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
one day a cargo ship lost control
and crashed into a busy commercial pier
the determinant cause of the accident
was a lack of daily maintenance and care
for when things don't get the proper care and maintenance
an accident might occur, a possible catastrophic event
as everything man-made has a work safety history
accidents don't usually occur serendipitously
for anything to stay in good working, it requires a routine of daily care
like when It comes to worshipping The Living God, we must always be aware
that God gave us His daily bread, He provided us with a most glorious meal
a feast that we should dine upon until The Holy Spirit becomes in us instilled
don't think that going to church one day of the week you will get you spiritually fit
for there is no fast formula nor remedy you can take in order to get the Holy Spirit
what true worship can do for you
just look at any faithful Christian man
see how The Lord has worked in his life
then you might begin to understand
that living daily in the presence of God
will cleanse your heart and occupy your mind
true worship of The Living God
is a daily supper on which to dine
your salvation is in The Lord's hands
He's in control of everything
your situation is also dependant on God
plus what to the table that YOU bring
there is no short cut nor a quick fix
if you want The Living God to be in the mix
so maintain your spiritual fitness
stay fined tuned with daily prayer
and a heart that is true
meditate daily on the Living Word
and see what true worship can do for you